The next day, Yan Xiaye secretly left e hospital wi a ragged body and went to e Yan family to visit Yan's moer.

Since she saw at medical record, she wanted to go directly to Yan's moer to ask clearly, but unexpectedly, Ya'er fell from e building later. She met Yan Shuirou in a Western restaurant in e evening, but she couldn't go immediately.

Standing in front of e small villa at e Yan family nouveau riche tasted, she made her mental preparation again and again, raised her hand and buckled e door.

"Here you come."

The sound inside e door was from far to near, and e one who opened e door was e nanny hired by e Yan family.

As soon as she saw Yan Xiaye, she immediately showed a look of embarrassment, blocking e door and wondering if she should make way. "Miss II, did you say hello to your husband and wife before you came back?"

"Yeah." Yan Xiaye didn't want to make Lin's moer embarrassed, so he nodded perfunctorily and asked, "Yan Shuirou is at home?"

"No, e young lady has moved out of her house for a long time and hasn't come back recently." Lin's moer breaed a sigh of relief and moved her way, "You came back for your wife's illness, okay, I want me to say it's really God, no

Have eyes, so many good people, why are you so unfortunate... By e way, Miss Second wants someing to drink, I'll go to e kitchen to prepare for you."

Yan Xiaye lowered his eyes and walked into e living room, and spoke lightly to send Lin's moer away: "I'm not irsty, ank you, you're going to do your business."

Lin's moer knew at Yan Xiaye had a tense relationship wi e Yan family, so she didn't say much and turned back to e kitchen.

After Lin's moer left, she was determined to look at e villa leading to e second floor, and decided to climb up e steps and come to e door of her parents' bedroom.

According to e past rules, Yan Jianguo must have stayed in ose unreasonable places to play wi money and women, and she also chose is time to come back.

Alough Yan's moer was cold-blooded and heartless to her at e old house of Li's family last time, she might be a little better an meeting her parents alone.

"...Mom, I heard you are sick."

I don’t know when it started, but e most familiar words became difficult to express.

Yan Xiaye knew at Yan's moer was in poor heal, and she didn't wait for e oer party to invite her, so she pushed e door and entered directly.

In e magnificent bedroom, e curtains were tightly pulled in broad daylight.

Only two light-lit bedside lamps illuminate it, and you can barely see a figure hidden under e blanket on e bed. I don’t know how long it took for e window to be opened for ventilation. The air emits a very difficult smell, which makes people easily associate it.

Decay and dea.

Yan Xiaye suddenly frowned. No need to ask Yan's moer any more. She already knew at Yan Shuirou had not lie to her, and every word written on e medical record was true.

Suddenly, countless bitterness arose in her heart. She slowly approached her, and finally saw e lifeless figure on e bed.

After a few days of not seeing each oer, Yan's moer was so skinny at she was skinny and bone-like. Her turbid eyes were deeply trapped in her eyes. She looked at people wi extremely cold eyes, which made people shudder.

"You, what are you doing?" He stared at Yan Xiaye straight away. Yan's moer just said a few words and en gasped violently, and continued intermittently: "I said, I don't have a daughter like you."

, This is my home, I don’t like seeing you here! Get out of here, get out of here!"

Yan Xiaye closed her eyes, and e sorrow in her heart turned into a sharp blade, which made her covered in bruises, but she could not argue wi a patient.

"Yan Shuirou would say at kind of ing to me, probably because she failed to match her style." In order to avoid furer stimulation of Yan's moer, she chose a place not far or near to stop, and her voice was gentle and eereal: "

If you don’t like me, at least you have to like my organs.”

"I don't want it!" Yan's moer was silent for a moment, and suddenly she made a big fuss. She picked up e pillow beside her and rew it towards Yan Xiaye: "You are not allowed to do matching. If you accept your organs, you can survive.

I would raer die immediately!"

Yan Xiaye was suddenly stunned, and e tip of his nose suddenly felt sore, and two lines of clear tears fell on his cheeks in an instant.

In front of Yan's moer, she turned her face and refused to admit her loss of composure. Her eyes focused on a small decoration in e room, and her voice was dry: "Mom, I really can't figure it out, I'm worse an Yan Shuirou.

Where can I make my parents hate me so much."

Yan's moer had just gotten angry, and she was lying in e quilt wi a whimper and couldn't speak for a while.

Yan Xiaye felt as if she was so sad at she didn't need any answer from Yan's moer. She continued to say to herself: "No matter how unhappy you have ever been, you are my moer after all. I will do is matching style, but..."

She paused, her fingertips fell deeply into her palm, but she could not compare to her heart's pain: "No matter wheer e matching is successful or not, is is e last time I fulfilled my daughter's obligations, since you and dad are so

If I hate me, I will no longer appear in front of you wiout any worries.”

The word "matching" stirred up Yan's moer's nerves again. Her eyes were wide open, and she grabbed e ings at her hands and smashed em at Yan Xiaye, yelling violently: "I said no! You are not allowed to do it.

Type, have you heard it! Answer me quickly!”

Lin's moer heard e noise in e bedroom from afar, and quickly pushed e door and walked in, "Madam, what's going on, please calm down!"

"Answer me, answer me quickly!" Yan's moer seemed to have not seen Lin's moer, staring at Yan Xiaye while still, her chest kept fluttering: "No, I would raer die an owe you anying, you understand

No!"

——There is no greater sorrow an dea in e heart.

Yan Xiaye looked at Yan's moer wi calm eyes, silent wiout answering.

Lin's moer looked around in a dilemma, lowered her head and picked up all kinds of ings on e ground, and angrily advised Xia Ye: "Miss Second, my wife is in poor heal ese days, and she is in a bad mood. Don't know her like her.

, Why don’t you go back today and come and visit anoer day.”

She nodded gently, rew Yan's moer's roar behind her head, and walked slowly along e stairs.

When passing by e living room, Yan Xiaye casually turned his head and saw e photo of e family hanging on e wall.

The photo was taken in e old house. Yan Shuirou took e lead for granted and smiled gently and beautifully at e camera. She smiled slightly and hid beside her. No matter how she looked, she didn't look like a sister from home.

Last time in e hospital, Yan's moer told her at when Yan's moer passed away, she could take away e ing behind e photo, which was e last ing is family would give her.

For a moment, she wanted to get e ings behind her, but after inking about it, she stopped her curiosity.

After all, Yan's moer's condition has reached a point of inability to protect her. If her matching fails, at conversation may be Yan's moer's final request for her.
Chapter completed!